To the west of the crumbling castle, a vast swath of the lake seemed to boil with foam as a seething mass of dark tentacles rose from below. The gargantuan tentacles reached for the moonlit sky like a primordial forest, each aiming to catch, crush, smother, and tear the swift enemy apart.
Or bring the enemy down to the depths, into the dark chasm of the creature's harrowing maw.
The size of the enormous kraken was so immense that it easily dwarfed the great dragon, making him seem small and insignificant in comparison.
However, the Night Singer was undeterred.
Folding his wings, the dragon dove down, piercing through the palisade of towering tentacles with dire speed. His voice resounded above the lake, making their movements grow slow and sluggish; in the next moment, a haunting song resounded above the lake, and a devastating sonic wave crashed into the foaming water, producing a deafening explosion.